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Generations

By: Angela Hart



Angie blinked as the first morning light danced on the bedroom wall. She closed her eyes again as she tried to regain the dreamy state she had just left. Slowly she became conscious of the object in her hands and a hint of a smile turned the corners of her mouth. Since she had married, over three years ago, it became more and more common for her to wake, laying on her side, with her husband's manhood in her hands. 

More often than not she awoke to find herself unconsciously gently squeezing Alex's cock. She knew that it was her choice at this point, to continue if she desired to have sex, or quit now if she did not. Alex's cock was about half erect and he would soon wake to a full fledged hard-on if she followed their usual pattern. It was Saturday morning and there was no hurry to get up. Maybe Alex would kiss her neck and breasts for several minutes before getting down to the raw sex he loved. 

Ummm, that would be so nice she thought. With enough coaxing, she might get him into heavy petting for a half hour including having his head firmly planted between her legs. As the images were forming in her mind, her hands began gently stroking the slowly growing organ in her hands. The "Ummm" sound from Alex set her juices flowing and provided the needed lubrication between her legs. Alex's eyes began to flutter as his mind moved toward the waking state. The nice feeling was registering and he recognized it as something he was going to like. His heart picked up speed and his brain and cock both began to fill with fresh blood. His almost full erection began to twitch as Angie slid her hands from the base up and over the sensitive head. Angie's thighs were slowly rubbing against each other in anticipation of what she hoped would be a series of orgasms lasting several minutes, but what was that irritating noise? There it is again... Shit, the damn phone.

"HELLO." The annoyance in Angie's voice rang unmistakably on the other end. 

"Angie, it's Mom. Are you awake dear?" 

"Yes, Mom...but your timing sucks." 

"Angie honey, don't say sucks. You know your father hates it when you say that. What about timing... oh, I get it. I'm sorry baby. Want me to call you back?"

"No Mom, no. Alex has already gotten up. What's up?"

"Your brother was supposed to help your father and I at the cottage this weekend but at the last minute he was called to work. I know that you and Dad don't always get along well but would you and Alex give us a hand?"

"MOTHER! You know how he freaks out when I say shit or something and he comes out with that un-lady like thing he always says. You know I love Dad but we are at each other's throat after just a few hours. A whole weekend at the cottage with him would have to end in disaster. Wait Mom. Yes, of course we'll do it. I'm not bitching. I'm just letting you know that Dad and I will probably end up engaged in some wrestling match; figuratively speaking. We'll be there around noon. Bye"

"ALEX! Stop that giggling and get back in here with me. I need your hard body before I begin this weekend from hell."

Jake and Rachel were busy sanding the hardwood floors when Alex pulled the car in the driveway of the cottage. Angie exited the car, took a deep breath and walked in the door. "Mom, Dad, we're here," she called out as Alex followed behind her. Jake and Rachel both, hugged their daughter and greeted their son. 

"Hope you brought some old clothes," started Jake. "If we can get the sanding done today, we can stain it tomorrow before we leave." 

"Got them right here Dad, chirped Angie." 

"Honey, you can change in the bedroom," piped in Rachel. "It's going to get below freezing before morning so we'll bed down near the fire place tonight."

Jake glanced up as Angie rejoined them after changing. He found himself staring directly into Angie's crotch. She had donned a pair of old jeans that were skin tight and a clear outline of her sex was plainly visible to anyone who cared to look. "Angie, do you have to wear clothes that make you look like you are naked, growled her father." 

"Dad, I am twenty-six years old. Shit Dad, when am I going to be old enough to decide for myself what I want to wear? Besides, it's just us here. Family, ya know? If ya don't like it, don't look." 

"And don't say shit. It's un-lady like," mumbled Jake as he turned his attention back to his work. He tried not to, but could not help occasionally glancing at Angie's outlined ass and pussy. Later that afternoon, Alex teased Angie about her father's comments. 

"I'll fix his ass," giggled Angie. "I'm going to wear that nightgown that is split up the sides tonight. I knew the old fart would have something to say about my jeans and I brought it just to piss him off." 

"Damn baby, you know how much that thing turns me on," whispered Alex as his arms circled her waist.

"No-no lover boy. Even I am not crazy enough to fuck in front of my parents," laughed Angie as she scooted out of his arms. 

Jake gulped down two shots of bourbon as he watched his daughter and her husband as they frolicked in the front yard. "Why couldn't she have stayed the shy youngster he had adored when she was a child," he thought. His heart ached because he still adored her. He just didn't understand her anymore. 

With the floor ready for staining the next day and dinner dishes finished, Jake sat sipping bourbon as Angie and her Mom made up the bedding on the floor. Alex brought in more wood for the fire place which would be their only source of heat. The temperature had dropped twenty degrees since the sun set three hours ago. Alex and Angie went out for a short walk before retiring. Alex produced some smoke and lit it once they were a safe distance from the cottage. 

"Just a little for me, said Angie. You know how horny that stuff makes me. A lot for you because it just makes you sleep deep and I don't want you grabbing my ass tonight." Angie took a few hits and passed it back to Alex when she began to feel the effects. Alex finished off the last of it while Angie giggled as she imagined the look in her father's eyes when she paraded to bed in her sexy night gown. Alex would be asleep in minutes but her father would probably be pissed for an hour. She loved him but could not help but defy him. Too bad Alex would be out like a light soon because she wouldn't mind some loving after that smoke. Well, no matter, she still was not crazy enough to screw him while right next to her parents.

"We will sleep on the right and you guys on the left, Rachel was saying to Angie as Jake returned from putting on his pajamas. Girls in the middle." 

Jake walked over to bank the fire place being careful not to allow his fly to open in the pajamas. His thirty years in the military had left him still able to fit the thirty-two inch waist bottoms. He never bothered with the top. Angie and Alex went to change. Alex put on sweat pants and crawled into their side of the bedding while Angie took more time to change. She checked the mirror and the reflection told her that she looked good. Her blonde hair flowing over the white revealing gown always met with her husband's approval. Her pear sized breasts were visible through the sheer material with the aureolas a clear contrast to the white material trying to hide them. Even though the gown length was to her ankles, the small patch of hair that remained after she trimmed it could easily be seen. The slits up the sides went all the way to her waist and her whole thighs and hips were bare for brief periods as she walked. She pinched her nipples for added effect and headed toward the fireplace to join the group. 

Jake poured himself three fingers of bourbon and gulped it down as he watched Angie walk from the bedroom. He almost choked when he could see her ass cheeks through the fabric of her gown. He headed straight to the bedding and got in next to Rachel. 

"Catch the light Angie when you come in, called out Rachel."

Angie walked to the lamp as Jake tried not to stare. Her silhouette was burned into Jake's soul as she bent to douse the lamp. Her nipples standing erect in the cool night air were a visual hint of her state of mind. It was clear to Jake that she was once again trying to get a reaction from him. The light from the fireplace danced on her form as she stepped over the already snoring Alex. As she squatted to get under the blankets, her entire bare pussy was disclosed to her father's eyes. Jake was breathless as he watched her in fascination. For the first time in his life, he was totally speechless. After discreetly adjusting his cock to relieve it's cramped position, he allowed it to hang out of the fly. Blissfully, the alcohol kicked in and he fell into sleep after several minutes.

Rachel awoke at five am as she did every morning. She got up and went to the kitchen to make coffee. She always had two cups of coffee and began making breakfast. As she left the warmth of the blankets, both Jake and Angie stirred then returned to slumber. Jake turned inward and his knees touched against those of his daughter. Angie reached out for what she thought was her husbands cock and returned to sleep as her hands gently squeezed her father's growing erection. 

Deep in Jake's dream state, he again was gazing at the silhouette of the lovely creature. She moved toward him and smiled. In his dream, this strange girl who was oh so familiar, was stroking his cock ever so gently. Jake's hips moved forward, toward the source of his pleasure. Angie, still in her own dream state inched forward to meet the object in her dreams. With her hands trapped between her father and herself, she raised her left leg and placed it on top of his. It was a habit she had gotten into to hold her husband close during sleep. The cock in her hands grew to a full erection and the tip was nudging against her bare nether lips. Jake's cock started to twitch as he felt the soft warm spot against his glans. Father and daughter both remained on the edge of sleep as they both enjoyed the dreamy sexy feeling that was flowing over each of them. Angie moved her head toward what she thought was her husbands ear. 

"You devil, you," she whispered. "Come on baby, fuck me." 

Jake, being overcome with lust from the visions in his dream and the body of his daughter embracing him, moved between her legs. He was more than happy to comply with the invitation of the strange girl in his dream. Angie guided the cock in her hands against her now wet pussy. She rubbed the cock head up and down the slit and then centered it at her opening. The sensations were more that Jake could stand and he pushed in. He began fucking the elusive girl in his dreams, stroking deeper and deeper. Angie's legs wrapped around her fathers waist to allow her dream lover deep access. She dug her heels in to his ass to draw him in as far as she could. Father and daughter increased the pace of their fucking as they moved from the dream state into a more conscious lust state. 

"Oh, baby, You are good today," breathed Angie as she bucked her hips in time with the cock that was rubbing against her clit. She sought out his lips and drove her tongue into the man giving her so much pleasure. Jake was fast approaching the point of no return. The cum boiling in his balls was making it's way toward the end of his cock. The sweet pussy wrapped so nicely around his cock felt like no other that he had experienced. Each plunge into the tight tunnel brought new waves of pleasure to his brain. The girl in his dreams continued to meet him stroke for stroke as she whispered words of encouragement to him. The soft lips against his, and the tongue entering his mouth began to bring him from the dream state toward reality. Jake's hands reached under his daughter's ass cheeks and held her as he plowed into her. In this position, his cock sank to the hilt. Angie felt the cock head bottom out deep inside her. This was a new experience for her. She was not used to her husband fucking so deep and gripping her ass cheeks. Her eyes flew open in response to this new technique. She froze in terror when she recognized her father's face in front of her. It did not immediately register that it was her father's cock pleasuring her so well. She just could not understand how Alex had her father's face. 

Reality overtook Angie's mind as the shock of her discovery sunk in. It was Daddy giving her all of this pleasure. Tears welled in her eyes as she began raining her fists down on his head. "DADDY, DADDY, STOP. What are we doing? DADDY, you have to stop." Jake became aware of his daughter's voice and he opened his eyes looking directly into her face. The faceless girl in his dream transformed into his daughter beneath him. Rather than shock him into stopping, the realization drove him into a higher state of passion. He now knew that it was his daughter's pussy that he was pounding into and it was beyond his ability to stop. He had to empty his balls into her. His lust was so great that nothing could stop him from continuing. Angie flailed her arms and tried to get out from under him but he held her tight. Her movements driving him closer to the inevitable orgasm. Resigned that she could not stop him, Angie succumbed to her own passion as waves of pleasure overtook her mind. The very idea of fucking her father drove her into an orgasm and she screamed out his name. "OH GOD DADDY... I 'm CUMMMMMING. FUCK ME DADDY, FUCK ME."

Alex was still under heavy influence of the smoke and never heard anything. Rachel came running from the kitchen to see what all of the hollering was about. She tried to pry her husband from her daughter's body but was unable. Father and daughter continued the torrid race toward bliss. As the orgasms continued to wrack Angie's senses, her father neared his own orgasm. The moans and begging from his daughter heightened his lust and the sensations from the head of his cock sliding against the velvet walls of her pussy sent him over the edge. Father and daughter experienced orgasmic bliss as the cum erupted from Jake's cock into Angie's body. She hugged her dad with all of her strength until she felt his muscles begin to relax. Her own orgasm subsided along with his and they breathed heavily against each other's cheek, still each clinging to the other. 

"I love you Daddy," whispered Angie as she kissed her father's cheek then looked in his eyes.

"I love you too, little girl," was Jake's reply as he read the love in her eyes.

Exhausted, they rested remaining connected by body, mind and soul.

Never again would they argue.

Generations



"I enjoy going places with my husband, but I prefer sex with my boyfriend, or, sometimes, my husband's girlfriend."

The resulting sparkle in her eyes and her laugh - confirmed that my reaction was just what she had hoped it would be.

She was a model. No, not just a "You could be a MODEL, baby," but an honest-to-goodness professional model.

Currently cavorting on a small stage in a multi-room photo studio. Wearing white bra and panties. And a lot of messy paint. Posing for a small handful of amateur photographers. A free spirit of the "20-something" generation - posing for and being paid by a group of mid-life-crisis-affected men-with-cameras. And she was enjoying shocking and teasing us.

It was working - at least on me.

It is always amazing to me how my brain has 2 modes: rational and sexual.

They are seemingly exclusive: only one mode at a time - and randomly assigned: the mode of thought can snap from one to the other - and back - rapidly and without warning.

In one mode, I was rigorously focusing on creating photographic art. A gentleman with an artistic eye - appreciating nothing but the light bouncing off of and illuminating the lens and sensor of my camera - trying to make some magic appear on the memory card. I felt a spark of pride if I managed to get it right and get to glance at a "thing of beauty" on my screen - between shots. It's a noble pursuit.

In the other mode, like when the model said *that*, my caveman persona grabbed my face and, using both hands to twist my head around, pointed my attention to "AN ALMOST-NAKED, YOUNG, BEAUTIFUL WOMAN RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU!".

It isn't a problem. I'm used to it. Mid-life crisis means that this happens about every 20 seconds. But this time, it made me wonder if it might be more than just a fantasy.

So I tried a response. "I do think that people make too much of sex. I mean, it's just sex."

She pursed her lips - an excellent pose anyway. "Well, but then you find that people get confused about who they are in *love* with".

I thought for only a moment and decided to jump in with both feet.

"I've been married for a long time and I've never been confused about who I *love*, though I certainly imagine expanding my circle of sex partners - all the time".

The roomful of photographers laughed a bit - nobody even hesitating with the continuing shoot. She continued to strike great poses and the shutters continued to click.

I turned my psyche back to the artistic mode and began to focus - both literally and figuratively.

She decided to grab me back. She looked me straight in the eyes and smirked, "You know, I like you. What's your name?"

OK. Now she was making it personal and the music of her laugh perfectly complimented her smile and did serious damage to the artistic part of my brain. It's amazing how little is required to put a middle-aged man into a happy little "high". To remind me of how it felt - oh-so-many years ago when I was young and available. Sure, she was just playing her little game. Or was she? Whatever this was, it felt giddy and happy and - well - still innocent, so "Damn the torpedoes, we're going to enjoy this".

The shoot proceeded. I decided to move to a different room with different models.

And she followed me to the other room and continued the verbal sparring. Always staying "on this side of the line", but keeping me on her leash.

The shoot came to a lull and I sat in a chair - watching the models and photographers go by - models trying to find some way to clean off the paint which had been part of the shoot. Photographers trying to find "that last great shot".

She plopped down next to me, still wearing nothing but bra and panties - and a lot of paint, and we just sat and talked. About nothing. About doing a private shoot. Next time outdoors. In the snow.

"I'll do a naked snow angel for you".

That triggered both sides of my mind simultaneously: yes it would be a great, artistic shoot. And, yes, she just said - straight out - that she would take off the bra and panties. For me.

I think I did a pretty-good job of keeping the Neanderthal out of my response, but I'll never know.

We already had each others' contact information: legally required as part of a professional shoot.

So I promised that I would contact her to follow up.

We packed up our respective "stuff bags".

And we went our separate ways.

*******

It was busy when I got home: dinner, cat, wife, but I found a few moments to get online and drop her an email.

Just thanking her for her professionalism and for the good shoot.

I was fully aware that I was probably coming off as being too interested. That I should play it cooler,

but on the other hand, this really was an entirely-legitimate model / photographer interaction - just setting up a routine private shoot.

Wasn't it?

*******

She responded right away, confirming that she had a good time at the shoot and hoping that the photos would be good for her portfolio as well as for the photographers.

Then I heard... nothing... and the days ticked by.

I spent a lot of mental time thinking about just what a "snow shoot" could create: imagining shot compositions and potential props. Ideas flowed thick and fast and I got really excited about the photographic possibilities. Truly thinking and planning to create some real art - if anything ever came of it.

I also had time to muse about the huge differences in the ways that our different Generations perceive gender interactions. To the middle-aged, it used to "MEAN something" when someone was as "flirty" as she had been.

In contrast, to *her* generation, to whom it meant - what? Did it mean anything at all? Was she just protecting her professional opportunities? Did I want it to "mean" anything? Was I just a dog chasing a car - and, just like the dog - would have NO idea what to do with the car if I caught it? Maybe I'm more like a cat: when something runs across the carpet - teasing - I *have* to chase it. It isn't a matter of "wanting to have it" - it is just a primal requirement to CHASE!

So yes, both modes of my brain were involved in the contemplations.

******

But I'm not a stalker, so I didn't chase anymore. And the whole thing cooled and slowly disappeared from my mind as day after day passed without any further contact.

******

Until 2 months later, when I had filed the whole thing into the "pleasant memories" part of my brain.

Her email appeared.

"Hey. I liked your work at the photoshoot and we got snow last night. I live on a big, deserted property. Can you come down today and shoot?"

She included her address.

And a smiley face to sign the email.

Big breath and an internal "once over" - asking myself "OK... so just what are you hoping for - and what are you expecting?"

Both sides of my brain said: "Who cares? Just go. Don't set hopes or expectations. Just GO and DO and enjoy whatever happens."

So I answered the email. Confirmed the address. Packed my photo gear. Took a deep breath. And headed out.

******

I had a little trouble finding the place since my GPS didn't know where it was, but after a few wrong turns down some snowy paths, I managed to pull into a likely-looking place: deserted-feeling, large property, some wooded, some open meadow, big, old house far away from the road. And sparkling with fresh, virgin snow. Gingerly, I stepped out of the car - hoping that I was in the right place and that I would greet "her" rather than some angry dogs. Or an upset husband with a shotgun.

Nothing. Silence.

So I relished that delicious "crunch" sound of snow under my boots - and the religious silence in the air around a snowy meadow - as I walked up to the house - and knocked on the door.

A dog barked and scrabbling sounds lead to the door being unlocked and opened and - there "she" was. Smiling and flirting with her eyes. Wearing a furry all-white hooded winter coat - just looking *so* photogenic.

So without a word, I pulled out my camera and pointed - and began to shoot - as she launched herself out the door and into the snow.

*******

It.

Was.

Wonderful.

She frolic'ed and bounded, throwing snowballs at me. Blowing handfuls of snow up into the air. Rolling in the snow. Making snow angels. Giggling like a little girl. Teasing and puffing, her skin glowing more and more as the time in the cold air mounted.

I was fully in "art" mode - desperately trying to keep up and capture some small percentage of the beautiful, amazing images flying thru my viewfinder. Even an increasingly-naked woman - is a work of art and her joyous glee only multiplied that art. My nose dripped. My fingers were freezing - changing lenses and trying to run fast enough to keep up with her - snapping frame after frame of pure boundless "joy in the snow." Through meadow and wood. Light and shadow. Crisp, cold air nipping at our noses, fingers, and - other exposed body parts.

All-too-soon, I noticed that she had lead us back to the house. Neither of us had any idea where her white coat had landed. I was still fully outfitted in my snow gear. She unzipped my big parka, stepped into me, and threw my arms around her to give her some warmth. We stood at the door - the steam from our mixed breaths - curling and rising as we panted. And we looked at each other. And teased with our eyes.

Finally she cocked her head and asked, "Would you like to come in and look at the photos together?"

Exactly what I had hoped - while, all the time, telling myself NOT to hope for anything.

My rational brain grabbed me and dragged my focus back to reality and I stammered, "Uhhhh... no... I... ought to do that at home on a big monitor."

Her eyes drifted down my chest as she agreed. "Oh. OK. I understand."

...

"Would you like to come in and have sex?"



Generations Ch. 01



As a 41 year old male I have experienced a lot in life, being it love, sex, joy, sorrow etc. etc. All my life I have had a head full of fantasies, and those I have not lived out by now sure as hell are going to be by the time I stop having these thoughts and desires. One of my all time favorites has to be the "generations" fantasy, one that I turned into reality with the blessing of my sexy and horny wife. Question is, who was actually wanting this the most, my wife or me?

To let you understand more about the members of my family, it goes something this. As mentioned, I am 41, very highly sexed; I am average looking even though some say I am very erotic and have a hot bod. I have a stunning cock even if I say so myself. Very thick 7 inches, cut with staying power second to none. I am a perfectionist in all aspect, more so in the art of sex pleasures. 

Maria is my sexy, horny wife, of German decent and is 43, solid tits for her age and a clean shaven pussy with a sporty clit ring that works wonders in any situation. She had a amazing pussy with a very sensitive clit. She liked it fucked hard and long, any time and any place. Unlike a lot of women her age she has a very nice body, also being highly sexed and sure knows how to handle any situation thrown her way being it from another male or female. Yeah right, forgot to mention, we are living a swinging lifestyle and just love the sexual freedom we have given one another, but more about that some other time. Enough said, back to what I started out in the first place, and to tell you more about "Generation".

I first mentioned this to Maria many years ago when we were first married. I had the desire to fuck a mother daughter combination. I was not exactly fussy about it being in a solo situation or all together, but the phrase I remember from many years ago reading Hustler stated "the feeling of fucking this pussy my cock is in now, knowing that is was born from the one I enjoyed earlier today" stuck in my mind but never seemed like a possibility. Little did I know.

Alex is our daughter, she is 19 years old, not a very sexually active lady, but when faced with a situation she sure knows what to do with the matter at hand. She was of average height, had the most delightful perky tits, a killer ass and a clean and tight looking shaved pussy. We have always been open with her, and at times I had joked openly that she should have her first sexual experience with someone experienced, a memory to be cherished forever. She openly admitted a few years earlier that if the option to have sex with me came up when she was ready for it she would consider. Being a parent I thought nothing of it at the time, until shortly after her eighteenth birthday.

I was lying in the bath, door open as usual with anyone freely moving about and no reason to cover up either. Alex came into the bathroom a few times and saw me stroking my cock as I lay these relaxing. She had a friend over, a day younger than Alex. Kerry had told me years earlier that I was the sexiest dad she had ever met, and proclaimed that she would have her will with me one day. That day I was waiting for, she was a stunner, and now at 19 she was a model with a body anyone would kill for. I sure would, but soon found out it would not be necessary. Her tits were small and firm, and even through her tight fitting jeans I could see her ass was even nicer that that of Maria and Alex. I wondered if she would be able to take me inside of her, my thoughts were going wild. Fuck, I think I would split her in two if push came to shove.

Thoughts of this got my cock all hard. I lathered up and was still stroking when Alex came over and asked a question. I never even heard what she had asked, my mind was elsewhere. When I looked up the two teenagers were standing at the doorway watching me. My first thought was "what the fuck?" but soon I could not have given a damn. Their eyes were fixated on my now fully and soaped up cock and I was enjoying the thought of it. Alex had seen me naked most of her life, she had seen Maria and I fucking on many occasions, but now there was a friend here, one I had fantasized about many times before, and she was looking at my cock with lust in her eyes.

Maria called Alex to the kitchen, Kerry just stayed and watched me stroking away on my now throbbing meat. Alex called her, but she replied that she was busy chatting to me, not that I minded at all. The next thing I knew she was kneeling at the side of the bath, and her hand was moving towards my cock without any hesitation at all. I watched as she gripped me tightly in her tiny hand, stroking my cock all the while looking me straight in the eyes. She was licking her lips, lightly biting them from time to time, and lust in her eyes. I could not believe this was happening, but who was complaining?

As unexpected as she had started, she stopped stroking my cock and got back up. Kerry must have noted the want in my eyes, and moved closer once again, this time with a mission on her sexy little mind. She rinsed the soap off my cock and with one movement moved in close and started licking my swollen cock head. The sensation and vision of that sent shivers up my spine, my back arched and I pushed upwards toward her, trying to force her to take me deeper into her mouth. 

I felt extra eyes on me and to my surprise noticed Alex and Maria standing at the doorway looking at me all wide eyed as I felt sensations racing through my entire body and now almost ready to explode cock. Fuck, there my daughter and wife were standing, looking at me getting blown by an nineteen year old that was now sucking me like there was no tomorrow. Kerry was having her will with me as she professed, and I was in no fucking mood to argue about that. In fact, I was seeing visions of my cock splitting her tight hairless pussy in two, and I say hairless as she told me so freely when I asked her.

I glanced towards the doorway, and what my eyes momentarily locked on was what finally drove me beyond any chances of holding back any longer. Alex had her hand inside her jeans, and from my way of thinking at the time, touching herself ever so gently. Maria was touching her now erect nipples with her fingers, looking on at me having my snake sucked by Kerry and Alex now starting to finger fuck herself. I had never seen her doing this as blatantly as she was now before me, let alone in front of an audience, and with all of this in mind I grabbed Kerry by the hair and thrust my entire cock deep down her throat as I felt the first spasms coat her tonsils. She lapped up every single spurt, every single drop, and after what felt like the most intense orgasm I had ever had I felt completely drained. Alex let out a faint cry as she creamed her fingers. With this Maria blew me a kiss, and turned and walked from the doorway, glancing back and smiling at me. 

I am not sure if Kerry knew of their initial presence, but she gave my cock a gentle squeeze and rose from her place of manipulating me. She turned to Alex, took her cream soaked fingers in her mouth and licked them clean. I could only wonder what these two had gotten up to in the past, and I was determined right there and then to find out. Only time will tell. Like mother, like daughter, I was going to fuck Alex before the week was over, that I promised myself. I was going to fulfill my fantasy, and if Kerry happened to be around she was going to feel my lust before long as well.

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. By the end of the day I had a lot of thoughts going through my mind, and I was starting to play out different situations. Tonight was the night, besides having a major fuck session with Maria on the cards as is the case every single day I was planning on fucking Alex as well, or at least make my intentions clear, which were pretty obvious by now. Fuck, I was planning on fucking my own daughter, and if Kerry happened to get in the way she was in line for a hard fuck as well.

After supper all were having a good laugh, a few drinks were enjoyed on the patio; my youngest daughter had just called from Europe where she was presently on tour with her school. I was sad that she was not here with us, but at the same time relieved as this was a perfect opportunity to have the fucking time of my life. We would just have to see what the evening brings. I looked towards Maria, and she had a look in her eyes that made me look forward to the rest of the evening. 



Generations Ch. 02



The chill of the evening was starting to show. There was a fresh wind blowing across the patio, I was not bothered about it but the girls were all sporting erect nipples that seemed like they were bursting to free themselves. I found this quite amusing, more so when I looked towards Kerry. Her nipples were the only ones I had not had the pleasure of seeing. 

My mind started wondering, I was visualizing gently sucking her erect nipples. The thought of this got my hormones going. I was feeling my cock stir and grow by the second. It got to the point that I had to shift position to not make it that obvious. Big help that was, I found three pairs of eyes staring at me, seeing exactly what I was trying to hide. I laughed it off while making some feeble excuse hoping to clear the air and noticed Kerry and Alex having a private moment as Maria got up to get ready for bed. 

Maria motioned me to join her but I was straining my ears to try and eavesdrop on the horny looking teenagers. They both glanced my way teasingly, and I could only wonder what they had in mind. Kerry was the first to speak, asking me if I was going to join Maria or keep her waiting for my hot body, and Alex almost in unison asked me the same question. 

These girls had something up their sleeves, and I was determined to find out what they were plotting. Only one way to find out, I thought, and decided to start the evening fun by joining Maria and hoping there was more to come. I got up from the chair, said my goodbyes with a soft and sensual kiss to both the girls and turned to leave, looking back at them as I entered the house. I was not that surprised to see them embrace one another lovingly, kissing one another briefly before looking my way with mischief written all over their faced. 

My imagination started running wild as I entered the bedroom where Maria was waiting for me, lightly stroking her pussy through her itsy bitsy WW g-string with her left hand while her right hand was massaging her very erect nipples. I thought to myself that this was going to be one hell of a night. This soon proved to be the case as I quickly found out. 

No sooner had I undressed and Maria was seeking the heat of my hot dick. She started stroking my cock feverishly while now moving her g-string aside and teasing her swollen clit. She looked so hot when she played with her clit, mostly using her clit ring as a little attachment to the clit itself. This is the best little device in my books that a lady can have done to herself as it proved to be quite a topic of conversation in our swinging circles.

Just as we started getting warmed up to one another Kerry came marching into our bedroom. When she saw what we were up to she faked an apology, saying she wanted to ask me something, mentioning she had to have my opinion on something in her room. I did not even have any time to reply, as Maria told her that I was hers now and that Kerry would have to wait her turn. "Wait her turn" I asked? Maria politely said "interpret that any way you want", let me tell you one thing, I did in a few different versions. Before I had time to even respond to that Maria found her way to my rock hard cock and took me in her mouth with one motion. I did not even think about Kerry standing there, but when I did I noticed she had left the room.

Midway through a frantic blowjob administered by Maria she motioned me to return the favor. I was not going to ask for another invitation; after all, I loved pussy and eating as much of it as I possible could. As I did this I could not help but wonder what Kerry was going to taste like. Fuck Kerry, what was Alex going to taste like. So many options, so little time I thought and had to chuckle to myself. 

Maria's pussy was as sweet as it always is. I lapped up all the juices that had accumulated during my licking and sucking her pussy lips and clit, needless to say playing with her clit rings as well which always was on the agenda. By now she was arching her back, pushing her pussy into my face. As if that was necessary. I was going to suck that cunt dry even if it was not forced upon me. 

I knew I was hitting the spot, Maria let out a loud cry while grinding her pussy into my face, leaving it all wet from her love juices. With all that was in my mind from the happenings of the day I moved up and shoved my throbbing cock into Maria's waiting mouth. She gagged several times from my deep thrusts but I was adamant that she was going to take this load for the team. Within a minute I gave the all I had, while pulling out of her mouth as my hot cum spurted out of my cock, covering her mouth, neck and tits. I actually felt dizzy from it all. It took me about 30 seconds to come back to my senses, and I had other plans for my still extremely hard cock.

I moved down between Maria's legs, which were now drawn up, and positioned myself between her legs while guiding my cock between her pussy lips. Fuck, her pussy was so hot. I thrust all the way in with one stoke and the feeling of her extremely wet pussy felt like heaven. If her pussy was feeling like this, what were Alex and Kerry's pussies going to feel like? At this stage I could only imagine. 

After doing Maria the old fashioned missionary position for a couple of minutes she asked me to turn her over and do her doggy style. This was our favorite position, with a few variations from time to time, and this was a sure way to blow another load. Again I had visions of the two teenagers, and it was not long after that though that I blew another load, this time deep into Maria's hot cunt. I felt hers spasm, gripping my cock as her own orgasm made her cry out aloud. She collapsed onto her stomach, leaving my cock all wet and shiny, still shining from her cunt juices.

As I lay down beside Maria I noticed that Kerry was standing at the doorway, and I assumed she had witnessed the whole event. If only she knew that the thoughts of her and Alex took me over the edge. Well, there was one way to ensure that, I just had to tell her in person, better still, maybe just show her in person. With that I got up off the bed and walked towards her, my semi hard cock swaying in front of me as I walked. She led me to the bedroom where I was to receive the deepest kiss I have had in a very long time. Little did I know what was in store for me for the next few hours.

Kerry pulled me down onto the bed with her. I was not sure if I should protest or jump with joy. I think the latter was the better option, hell, who in his right mind did not want to shat a sex kitten like this. Out tongues were teasing the other, our hands groping each other. Kerry was massaging my once again rock hard dick, I was rubbing her pert tits through her top. 

I pulled her top off, with Kerry's help, and within seconds I had her nipples in my mouth sucking and licking them. Kerry asked me to bite them, she liked it rough. "Rough" I thought, was she going to ask me to be rough when I ravished her pussy. I sure hoped so. I was going to split her tight little fuck hole open, if I could help it she was going to have some difficulty walking the next day. At the same time I was thinking if I was going to be able to walk the next day. "Shall we find out?" I asked myself, smiling as I was doing so.

"Kerry, there is something I want to ask you" I found myself saying, "have you and Alex..." but somehow did not get to finish that question as Kerry pulled off her jeans and was not left in just her panty. My eyes were fixed on her perfect body. No wonder this girl was swamped with modeling work, I could see exactly why. Even in the dim light of her room she was a fucking sight for sore eyes. 

Before I could ask the same question she pushed me down onto the bed and placed her clean shaven snatch on my face, forcing me to taste her, suck on her perfect "designer" pussy and clit. As she did this I heard her say "you tell me if what Alex says about my pussy tasting like nectar is true or not" and grinded away at my face like there was no tomorrow. Fuck, was I complaining about that? 

Hell no, but if my ears heard what I think they did, she just basically confess to her and Alex having had some girly fun together? I wanted to ask, but I had a much more important task at hand. As if Kerry read my mind, she said in a husky, sexy voice, "I bet you would like to know what Alex's pussy tastes like, don't you?" "You will just have to wait, I am going to fuck you first", and with that she moved from face fucking me down towards my enormously rock hard cock. 

To date I had never felt my cock as hard as it was now, and looking down at Kerry I knew she was going to have a hard time shoving that piece of meat into that tight pussy of hers. She rubbed her pussy with her hand and then moved to gripping my cock with it, using her pussy juice to lube me up. Kerry positioned my cock at the entrance to the most divine looking cunt I had seen in ages and slowly lowered herself onto me, doing so in stages to ease my cock into her throbbing stretched to the limit pussy. Her pussy felt better than it looked, and this was just for starters.

Within seconds my cock was almost balls deep in her exquisite snatch. The sensations I was feeling inside of Kerry were second to none. Never before did my cock feel so good in any pussy before. I looked down, fuck, what a sight that was, I was literally splitting her cunt in two, her lips were stretched wide open and with her now moving up and down my cock I could see her pussy juice shining on it in the light of the room. She was taking it pretty well I thought to myself, and when looking at her face I could see that she was straining somewhat with my size, hearing her gasping on the downward strokes. It was not long till she was riding me like there was no tomorrow. 

After fucking me like this for about fifteen minutes, all the while playing with her pert little tits, she asked me to take her from behind, the way she had seen me take Maria earlier on. Was I going to ague this request? I think not, I was more that happy to oblige her this request. After all, she had the tightest ass I had ever seen, and the thought of doing her from behind had my mind racing to places it had not been before. I could just picture it, with her in the doggy style position, how incredibly hot her ass had to look, with her pussy hanging like a plum, just ready to be plucked.

Man oh man, was I fucking mistaken. It was the vision of visions. If I had not known never to play with my food I would have stared at her forever and a day when she assumed that position. The mental image of her cunt and ass that was before me was to be burnt into my mind for the rest of my days. It was the most incredible sight I had ever seen. Alex and Maria were the furthest things from my mind at this moment in time. Before me was a nineteen year old pussy that was mine for the taking, mine to pleasure, one to pleasure me all the same.

I eased my cock onto her tightest pussy of all pussies. I felt like blowing my load right there and then. This was too good to be happening. Fuck, was I dreaming? I looked down, the sensations running through my cock into my body, into my mind were indescribable. No pussy had ever felt so good. I thrust wildly into her, and while I was doing this she was fucking me back just as hard as I was giving that to her. 

Impulsively I stuck my finger into her ass; I had been dying to do that since she took up this position she was in. She pushed back into my cock even harder, at the same time thrusting my finger deeper into her ass. I could not hold back any longer, and let rip with an explosion of cum I thought would not be possible after my more after my session with Maria. 

The pulsating action of my cock and the feeling of red hot cum hitting home deep inside of Kerry's pussy set her off on the wildest orgasm she has ever experienced. Kerry threw her head back and let out a loud cry which carried on for many seconds. I was sure that anyone not knowing of our animal like mating sure had to know by now. I was beyond giving a shit about that. My cock had never felt more in place in any pussy ever before. We collapsed next to one another onto the bed. Both of us were completely breathless.

After what felt like minutes we engaged in a deep and passionate kiss. My cock was still throbbing from our hot fuck, and looking down at it I could see all our juices all over it. Kerry had cum running out of her well used and stretched pussy. She had a smug, yet erotic look in her eyes. She was well pleased, and it showed. Kerry turned to me once again, kissed me lightly on the lips and whispered softly, "I bet Alex will like to be fucked like that. You just dying to know about the two of us, aren't you?" With that she got up off the bed and walked towards Alex's room, motioning me to follow her as she stood waiting for me at the doorway...



Generations Ch. 1



My name is Tomika and I'm 20 years old. My mother was German and my dad is black. I have caramel colored skin and light brown hair and I have my moms green eyes which on a otherwise African American face men seem to find very exotic. Guys are always telling me they love my eyes. They also seem to like other parts of me as well. I'm 5'9" and 140lbs with D-cup titties and a nice, sexy round ass. Black men are always saying "my babies got back" referring to my shapely ass. I'm on my college volleyball team and keep in good shape and yes, I have had some sexual experiences with my teammates on many occasions. 

But that is not why I'm writing this. I'm writing this here for Literotica because it seems to be a friendly place for people who enjoy some family love.

I guess I should state the facts first. My mom had me when she was 15 and my brother when she was 17 and she left us by the time she was 25. We haven't heard from her since. My dad raised us for a few years until he got in trouble with the law and went to jail. We were lucky that my grandfather took us in or we would have ended up on the street. My grandmother had died the year before and I think grandpa was glad to have us. He had a big house and he was all alone.

I was 15 and my brother was 13 when we moved in. I had no sexual experience, in fact it was my brothers cock that was the first one I ever saw. I caught him coming from the shower once and was very surprised at the thing he had swinging between his legs. That peaked my curiosity and by the time I was 16 I had lost my virginity. I discovered I liked to give boys oral sex too and had quite the reputation by my senior year. I also had my first lesbian experience with my white gym teacher that year and found I liked that a lot too. Unfortunately she was the only woman I was with that year.

Then in May of my senior year, less then a month before graduation, I was caught in the boys bathroom giving blowjobs to 4 of the boys on the baseball team. I almost died of embarrassment and panicked when I was brought to the principals office and he called my grandfather. I was lucky that I had good grades and had already been accepted to a local college on scholarship. 

The principal explained how something like this could ruin my future and my grandfather said he was sure there was a way to avoid putting the incident on my permanent record. He said I would have to do detention for a week and if he was convinced I realized how morally wrong I was he would let the incident slip through the crack. I wasn't sure if my grandfather was mad at me or not because he was silent the entire way home. 

I did notice that he looked at me differently after that day. My detention consisted of going to the principals office and letting him see my big titties while I gave HIM a blowjob every day for a week. He was an older white guy with a puny little dick but he was grateful for my hot mouth and he kept his word and the following Friday my "incident" was put through the shredder.

Detention only served to make me horny as hell. As I said, I loved giving blowjobs and my principal would play with my nipples while I sucked him and by the time he came I was horny as hell but he always dismissed me, never returning any of the pleasure I was giving him. Grandpa had grounded me for the rest of the school year so I never left the house except for school and had no way to relieve my sexual frustrations except through masturbating. And that's when it happened.

It was the middle of the afternoon and I was home alone after school. Grandpa was only 58 and still worked for the city. I was on the couch looking at a dirty movie, one of many grandpa owned and hid under his bed. They all had the same theme, big-titted women. I used to get hot thinking grandpa loved big tits and here I was with my 36D's living in his house. I imagined he wanted to fuck me and that fantasy always got me off. I would sometimes fantasize about my little brothers big dick too, remembering what it looked like and wondering how big it was when he was aroused.

So there I was, my jeans and panties on the couch next to me and my fingers in my hot, almost hairless (I have very little body hair and to this day have never had to shave) pussy when I looked up and there was grandpa, standing in the doorway with a shocked look on his face. I grabbed my pants and tried to cover my crotch, ashamed beyond belief. After a minute of silence that felt like an hour. Then he was walking towards me shaking his head. He had never hit me before so it was a complete surprise what he did next.

He grabbed me by my wrists and pulled me up, my pants fell to the floor again leaving me bottomless again. He sat down and pulled me over his lap and started to spank me. I was shocked, I didn't know how to react. Then he started saying I was going to turn out to be a little whore just like my mother as he continued to smack his big hand across my naked ass cheeks until I started to cry. He seemed to snap out of his rage just then and he started to rub my buttocks to comfort me. I was still in shock and still crying and then I felt his hand rub over my pussy and I jumped, it felt so good I can hardly describe it. Then I felt something huge straining against my belly. Grandpa had a hard on. 

His finger was sliding in and out of me now, making wet noises and I was already about to cum. I slid down a little and rubbed my tits over grandaddy's cock. Even through my shirt and bra I could tell he had something special in his pants. I sat up on my knees, careful not to let grandpas fingers slip from me and I reached for the zipper of his work pants. At first he kept fingering me and then I think he realized what was going on and stopped abruptly, his finger leaving a void in my hot pussy. 

"No Tamika, this isn't right" he said and he went to stand up but I grabbed him by the arm. "Please grandpa, you made me so hot... just let me see it. It feels so big. I'll do anything to see it... please, oh please" I begged him. "You mustn't tell a sole" he said and then told me to go sit on the chair away from the couch. I did. I had to fight the urge to shove my fingers back into my pussy. I sat there, bottomless and no longer ashamed as he stood and undid his pants. 

He lowered his pants and slowly exposed what really looked like a black snack. His pants were halfway down his thighs before I saw the end of his uncut cock. I think I felt my pussy squirt when I saw all of him. That huge cock was nearly twice the size of any I'd seen and his balls were so big and I imagined them so full of cum. "How big is it?" I asked before I realized what I was saying. 

"Its about 14 inches," he said almost matter of fact. 

"My god" I managed. Then he started to pull his pants back up but I wasn't ready for that yet. "Wait!!!! grandpa... I see you like women with big boobs. Do you want to see mine?" He didn't answer and I didn't wait for him to. I pulled my shirt over my head and quickly unsnapped my bra and let my tits out. He let his pants fall to his ankles and sat back down on the couch. I wasn't sure what was going to happen but I knew I wanted to suck that huge thing and maybe he would fuck me with it.

"Look how wet you made me" I said sitting back completely naked now and opening my legs wide, spreading open my pussy lips. "and look at my nipples... they're so hard" I pinched my chocolate covered rubbery tips for him and he was all eyes, staring at me. My areola are almost as big around as the tip of my big titties. "Oh sweetie, you are such a sexy girl" he said and his hand went to his cock and he gave it a long pull, the head poking out. "Thank you Grandpa, but I'm not a girl, I'm a woman... and I want to give you pleasure" and just like that I stood up and went to him, sitting next to him on the couch.

He tried to reason with me and himself, but then I told him he could give me so much pleasure that I wouldn't have to go out and fuck all those boys at school. I told him we loved each other and we would never hurt each other and he just shook his head "God forgive me, but I do want you sweetie" and he reached out to grab a handful of tit. He was very gentle and his touch felt wonderful but I stopped him after a minute or two. I needed to do something very badly.

I leaned down and took his cock in my hand. It hadn't gotten any longer then when he first pulled it out, but it had gotten thicker and I could hardly manage to get my hand around it. I pulled the foreskin back and started licking the head and loved the way his clear precum tasted. I took the head in my mouth next and started to suck him slow and deep, I wasn't able to get more then a third in my mouth. I cupped his balls and massaged them and he reached out and started to rub my ass cheeks again. 

I was making love to the most amazing cock, using my mouth like a pussy to let him fuck me while he slid his fingers in my tight, wet hole. That's when I had my first orgasm at the hands (or fingers) of my grandpa. After I calmed down a bit, I got on the floor on my knees between his open legs and went to town. I eventually wrapped my big tits around his cock and let him titty fuck me while I sucked the head and the first three or four inches of his black snake. Grandpa could really hold out, my jaw was starting to ache by the time he told me he was going to cum. I took as much of him as I could into my mouth and let him blast my tonsils with a thick, creamy load. I swallowed as much as I could but some of it dripped its way out of my mouth. It was wonderful and I was still very horny. Grandpas cock started to soften and return to a semi normal size. I was shocked at how it looked so small flaccid (not really small, maybe 5 or 6 inches) compared to its aroused size.

After a brief rest I started to lick his balls and up and down his shaft. It took a long time for that cock to fill with blood but eventually it did and I was ready to get fucked. We went into his room and I lay down as he climbed between my legs and started to rub his cock against my slit. This is what I wanted the moment I felt his hard cock pressed against my belly earlier. He slid in slowly and let me adjust to his size which was like nothing I could've ever imagined. . His cock touched me and reached laces inside of me better then the 7 or 8 boys that I had fucked previously.

And that's how it started with grandpa two years ago. He fucked me to a half dozen orgasms that day before he finally came all over my ass and we had to call it a day before my brother got home. Grandpa is the most wonderful fuck on the planet but he is from the old school and he never eats my pussy. I mean, with a cock like his there's no need to. I can cum countless times when we fuck and he has wonderful fingers when I'm sucking him which is every chance I get.

After that first afternoon I found myself sneaking into his room almost every night and giving him a blowjob. I was far too noisy for us to fuck in the middle of the night because we didn't want to wake Devin (my brother) and have him discover us. I was pretty impressed with myself being able to keep me and grandpa a secret... or at least that's what I thought. It wasn't until the summer was almost over that I found out someone else had discovered us.       

To Be Continued...



Generations Ch. 2



Grandfather and I had been having a healthy amount of sex since the beginning of June. I would sneak in his room nightly and suck his huge black snake and he would finger fuck me to orgasm. We would fuck whenever we had the house to ourselves and I can't tell you how many times I would cum during those sessions. It was all good, that's for sure and I hadn't strayed from my grandfather's path since that first time.

In mid August we heard from my father, he had been paroled. Grandpa was thrilled that his son would be coming home and he was going to live with us. I hadn't seen my dad in years. Grandpa was going to pick him up on Friday and by Saturday he'd be home. Devin and I had mixed feelings but we were both happy that we would be having our dad home again, we just wondered if prison had changed him. I worried how grandfather and I would be able to continue our relationship with another person in the house. It had been hard enough keeping it from Devin all these months.

On Thursday night before Grandpa was to leave, I snuck into his room as usual and started in on his wonderful cock. I think we both feared that it may be a while before we enjoyed sex again so I let him fuck me that night. I had to bury my face in the pillow as he fucked me doggie style, both our favorites position. I finally crawled back to my bed around 4 am, my pussy ached from the intense fucking and I had two loads of grandpas cum dripping out of me.

I was in bed and the sun was coming through my window. My eyes were closed and I had the oddest sensation, like someone was licking my pussy. I was somewhere in between sleep and reality, I wasn't sure. My body exhausted from the fucking I got in the middle of the night. This went on for a few minutes before I opened my eyes. I was laying on my side, my ass facing the door wearing only my T-shirt and a tiny pair of white panties. It turns out this was not a dream.

I jumped and turned over onto my back and I almost crushed Devin's head. My god, my brother had been eating my pussy. He sat up and looked at me, he had my juices all over his face and I knew some of it had to be grandpas cum. It was as if he buried his whole face in my pussy. "What the fuck are you doing?" I finally said and pulled the covers over myself and kicked at my brother. "What's a matter, only grandpas getting a piece of you?" he said and smiled. I denied it of course. 

"Don't even bother denying, Tomika. I seen you two fucking. I know you in there sucking his giant dick every night. I been eatin' the sweetest piece of fresh fucked pussy around for the past half hour", then he stood and dropped his boxers, "made my dick real hard" he said and he grabbed it, all 10" of his cock. Unlike grandpas, Devin's cock was hard as steel and pointed up to the ceiling. My mouth was watering as soon as I saw it. "Unless you want pops to know about it, you better pull that cover away and let me finish licking that sweet honey hole of yours". 

Funny, I wasn't really worried he would tell our dad, I just wanted a tongue in my pussy so I pushed the covers aside, pulled off my t-shirt and panties and lay back. legs spread wide. My pussy shiny from my juices, grandpas cum and Devin's saliva. I was suddenly on fire and wanting my brother very badly.

The boy could eat pussy. He had no hesitation diving back in and he wasn't bothered at all by the fact that my pussy was cum filled and he was getting a taste of grandpa. I was giving my hard nipples some attention while Devin was working on my clit and I had a very intense orgasm. Devin kept at my clit until I had to push him away for a minute, I was too sensitive down there.

Devin crawled beside me in bed and I went right after his hard cock. I took my time and truly enjoyed sucking him. He was different than grandpa because he was circumcised and while grandpa was the biggest around, he wasn't necessarily the hardest. Devin could break rocks with his 10" cock and it was so pretty to look at. I also liked his tight, hairless nut sac. I could enjoy adding him to my list. After all, I adored everything about grandpa's cock and now I had another different but just as perfect cock to play with.

I guess I was lost in my sucking because I was usually able to slow down when I felt my man cumming but I was so into my brothers cock that I kept going and suddenly Devin raised his hips and let go with a stream of sweet jizz. I loved his taste and kept at him until his balls were drained. After giving him the last few licks, I slid up next to him and we kissed passionately for the first time. Devin smiled and told me he knew his big sister would be one hell of a cock sucka.

We talked while he gently played with my swollen nipples. I knew we had all day and night to fuck and I knew we would do just that, I had no doubts. I asked him why he wanted to eat my pussy because it was dripping with grandpa's cum and he went on to explain how he met an older white woman at the mall where he works and that he had been fantasizing about her until one night after work she invited him home. She and her husband wanted him to join them in bed. I was shocked because Devin was such a smooth, cool dude.

He told me he let the other guy suck his dick and he ate the pretty white woman's pussy after both he and the hubby had dumped a load in her and he liked it. I asked him if he sucked the guys cock and he said he didn't but he would have if it came up. I was intrigued. I saw one guy suck another guy in one of the videos I'd snuck from grandpas collection and it turned me on in a curious kind of way. Devin leaned down and sucked my titties for a few minutes, he smiled and said he never had ones that big. I was ready to fuck but decided we should both take a shower before moving on. He liked the idea and he stood with his impressive erection and we headed for the bath.

It was odd, it wasn't like any experience with other guys because I knew Devin loved me and I loved him and I trusted him 100 percent. We were naked, touching each other, soaping each other up and just having fun while being sexually charged. Devin then told me he could do something that a lot of guys couldn't and I pushed him to tell me but he said he would show me later, "after I fuck that fine pussy" he smiled. 

Devin had me bend forward and I was leaning against the tiles, my sexy booty facing him. I was glad I was tall. He lifted one of my legs and rested my foot on the side of the tub. In no time he entered me from behind. It took about 30 seconds for me to realize a difference in the way Grandpa fucked and the way Devin did. Grandpa used slow, deep strokes, letting me feel every inch of that 14" snake and he used his fingers to rub and pull my clit while he fucked me.

Devin was a jack hammer. He had lightning fast hips. He fucked deep too but fast and he pounded me. My tits were bouncing all over the place until he reached around and grabbed onto them. He pulled hard on my nipples and I liked it. I came within the first few minutes from Devin's energetic fucking and he filled my pussy a few minutes later. I was out of breath by the time he let his cock slip from me and turned me gently so we could kiss. We hugged and we were both satisfied and happy, at least enough to finish our shower.

I made Devin and me breakfast and we hung around for a while and just talked. He had on a pair of boxers and I had on a short purple robe. I felt so sexy and dirty because while I stood making us eggs, I felt a droplet of his cum running down my thigh. I was getting horny all over, amazed at how much fucking I required to extinguish my own flame. 

As we ate I tried to get him to tell me that big secret he spoke of earlier and he said after we ate he would show me. He said he had an idea to make it even better if I was willing to get a little kinky with him. I had to laugh, what the hell was a little kinky? My brother had ate my grandfathers cum from my pussy because gramps spent two loads in there last night, then I sucked his cock and we just finished fucking in the shower... now he wanted me to get kinky? "Hey little brother, pretty much anything goes with me" I said and his light eyes seemed to get brighter.

We cleaned the dishes and went up to my room. We were both naked and on the bed within seconds and we wound up in the 69 position with me on top. What a surprise and delight I got when I felt Devin pull me down a bit, spread my cheeks and dip his tongue into my asshole, a first for me and I loved it. I came not long after that and Devin pushed off and told me he didn't want to cum yet, "now I can show you what I was talking about."

He got up and I sat on the edge of the bed and watched him get on his back on the floor. He raised his feet and legs over his head making his body resemble a divers tuck. I watched in awe as his cock came to rest on his cheek, he made an adjustment and there it was, my brother was sucking his own beautiful cock and it was THE most amazing thing I have ever seen, to this day I will never forget the first moment I watched his mouth engulf his precious dick. He sucked for a minute or two before he uncurled and sat up. He motioned me over and I sat next to him on the floor. I asked him to do some more because it was making me so hot to watch. 

He got serious and asked me if I liked when he licked my ass hole and I told him that I loved it. He then asked me if I would do that for him, while he sucked his own cock. He explained that he had a really sensitive ass ring and he fantasized about having his ass played with while he was sucking his own rod. Of course I was more then happy to oblige him in his fantasy. After all, he had just showed me how good an ass licking could be.

He was so agile and flexible as he curled back into his little ball. His ass was pointing to the ceiling. I kneeled over him and licked his puckered little asshole. I could hear him moaning around his own cock, what a fuckin turn on. The more we did, the more adventurous I became. I had my tongue pointed and was able to actually fuck his ass with it. I also licked his tight ball sac and eventually I wet a finger and slid it into his back door and that's when his cock, for lack of a better word, exploded! He swallowed some but he just kept cumming and it was all over his face and all over the rug, it was something I'd never seen before and I had seen a lot of things when it came to a guys cock shooting off. It was kinky, maybe weird to some people, but it was the hottest and sexiest thing to me. Seeing a stud sucking his own cock and my pussy was dripping wet.

We kissed and I licked the mess he made from his neck and ears and cheeks etc and then asked him to fuck me. Here was a huge advantage of a 17 year-old guy compared to a 58 year old guy (and this is no knock in my grandpas love making) is that Devin was still hard and he quickly obliged me. We fucked missionary because he said he wanted to see my face when we fucked. Devin pounded my pussy to three orgasms before I had to push him off of me and I sucked him off to another orgasm. I loved licking his cock because he was dripping with my pussy juice and it was SO GOOD!

We rested and fucked and rested and sucked and repeated the cycle all night long. We were in the living room after midnight watching one of gramps' dirty movies when we finally fell asleep naked and in each others arms on the couch. My pussy was so red and swollen and so well fucked and Devin had unleashed 4 loads in me, and three in my mouth, one in his own mouth and one on my tits... not a bad tally for 14 hours of fucking. 

To Be Continued...



Generations Ch. 3



Devin and I woke up in the morning and we had a quick fuck then we showered and we barely made it before Gramps and dad pulled up in the driveway. I have to say, dad looked terrific. It was obvious he spent a lot of the time in prison working out. He looked more like Devin's older brother then like our dad. Besides his muscles, he shaved his head now and it looked so much better then I remembered his thinning hair looked. He gave Devin and I hugs like he meant it and he kept commenting on what a beautiful and sexy lady I had grown to be. He choked up and faught back the tears and promised he would never leave us again.

So all was well and the family was back together but by the third day my horny little pussy was going crazy. I didn't dare sneak into Gramps' room or Devins because I heard dad awake and about at all hours of the night. I would lie in bed and finger myself to orgasm. Then I caught dad coming out of the shower. He had a towel wrapped around his waist and man did he look sexy as hell. My mind immediately began to wonder about what dad had between his legs. Grandpa had a snake, I guessed about 14" long and Devin had a sturdy 10"... so what did dad have? 

That night I heard dad stirring in the living room. It was almost 2 AM and as had been the routine for me the past few nights, I woke up restless and horny. I decided then that instead of fingering myself and drifting off to sleep, I would go and talk to my dad. I was wearing tiny panties and a t-shirt, my nipples were thick and erect on the ends of my big titties. I grabbed my robe but put it back down. I decided I wanted dad to share what his father and his son had already had. 

Dad smiled when he saw me and apologized if he had woke me up. I told him I had been used to the company of men and the last nights I had awoken with "bad things on my mind" I giggled. Dad was wearing running shorts and he had no shirt on and when he laughed his muscular body shimmered. Man, dad was one sexy mother!

I sat next to him and he hugged me in his arms and we started to talk. Two hours flew by and dad and I were getting very well acquainted again. I purposely let my arm or hand nudge daddy's crotch several times and it felt like he was definitely part of the family as far as the sweet cocks went. I lay back and rested my head on his chest and I saw his eyes lock onto my breasts and soon I felt the pressure of his growing cock against my back.

I shocked the hell out of him when I asked him if it were true that when you were in prison you had sex with other men. I told him how I watched that prison show on cable and seeing two men kiss turned me on. Dad said he would be completely honest with me if I answered one question truthfully when he was finished. I agreed, of course because my tight little pussy had already started to soak my panties.

Dad explained how his cell mate was a 28 year-old white guy and they got along well, they were both in for robbery and he left a wife and two young kids on the outside while he served his 30 month sentence. One day the guy started talking about how horny his wife got thinking about black men and that when he was released he was going to let her fuck one. She was a virgin when they met and he was the only man she ever fucked. The talk got them so horny that they wound up side by side jerking off. Dad told me that the longer he was in, the hornier he was getting and that he had seen countless guys with other guys and it was starting to peak his curiosity. Nothing further happened but they were a lot more comfortable jerking off together after that.

Then his roommate had a conjugal visit with his wife, two hours in a private room and when he got back he bragged about all the fucking and sucking that went on. Dad believed him because he could still smell the strong scent of pussy on his cell mate. Peter (his cell mate) showed down a dozen or so Polaroids of his naked wife that she had taken for her hubby. Dad was aroused. He asked Peter if he could get a closer whiff of his wife's sweet, pink pussy and after a few moments Peter dropped his coveralls. Dad said his dick was soft and was glazed with love juices and dad couldn't resist. That was the first time in his life he gave a man head. He said he licked Pete clean and it was like eating pussy and Pete eventually got hard and dad sucked him to orgasm. 

Weeks later Peter returned the favor and for the last six weeks of his imprisonment, dad and Pete sucked each other off at least once a day. Then Pete got out of jail a few months ago and dad said he was never with another guy in any way. When dad finished his story he was obviously hard as a rock. I sat up and made sure he saw plenty of my thighs and made sure he noticed how hard my nipples had become. "What's your question, daddy?"

He tried to hide the lump in his shorts. He sat up straight and cleared his throat. "Your gramps said some stuff and I wondered if he was telling me the truth" there was a long pause and I knew what was coming and I also knew that was the opening I needed to get what I came down here for 2 hours earlier. "I don't know how to ask this without sounding rude" and again there was a long pause. "You and gramps doing the nasty?" he was ashamed that he asked the question but it was obvious that it was something gnawing at him.

"The truth?" I sat up and was surprisingly wide eyed for the hour. "Yes, we started fucking and sucking each other this summer. Gramps is hung like a horse and I would be lying if I said I didn't love it." 

Dad was shocked by my language and he told me to watch my mouth. I smiled and then told him that the night before he came home, Devin and I had did the nasty all day and all night" and this really shocked him and I think it also turned him on even more. He was quiet and looked uncomfortable. "Now, I would like to do something for you daddy... and for myself." 

I stood up and I pulled my T-shirt up over my head and showed dad my big titties and the dark nipples, almost black in contrast to my lighter complexion. "What are you doing baby? don't do that" he said it but his eyes never left my chest. I started to play with my titties, pulling on my long, thick nipples, swiveling my hips and turning my back to my dad and letting him see my fine, round ass. Then I lowered my panties and I was standing in front of him, naked. My clit was poking out from between my wet inner lips and I could smell my excitement in the air. I knew he could smell it too.

I didn't give dad time to think, I wanted to take advantage of the hungry, animalistic look on his face. I was on my knees and rubbing dad's erection through his shorts. I reached in and pulled his cock and balls out of those shorts and soaked in the view of the cock that was responsible for my life. Dads cock wasn't nearly as long as Devin's and half the length of gramps', but what he lacked in length he more then made up for in thickness. Like gramps he had big, heavy balls but they were much hairier. His shaft was as thick around as a can of soda and the head, the color of my nipples, was the size of a plum. It was, in a word... beautiful and intimidating at the same time. 

I nuzzled my face in his balls and began to lick his cock and those huge, cum-filled balls. I struggled to get the head in my mouth, as long as Grampa's cock was, it was much easier to suck. My jaws were stretched to the max and my entire mouth was filled by dad's cockhead. My tongue licked frantically and I was drooling on him, I wanted to suck more of him but it would take time and practice. I knew I still had time before my freshman year at college started and I hoped dad would allow me to practice often.

I was pumping dads shaft slowly and letting my tongue dance over the head when he shuddered and I was rewarded with a huge load of cum, thicker then gramps' and as sweet as Devin's. As I drank the liquid of my creation I couldn't help reaching down and touching my pussy, as soon as I did I started to cum as well and it was just as intense as any I'd experienced before. It all ended in a frenzy of moaning and stifled groaning until I had drained daddy of his first load completely.

He sat back with his arm covering his face and let out a sigh. I quickly sat beside him and we kissed and I loved how he stuck his tongue deep in my mouth and I knew he was tasting himself. I looked down and noticed that his cock had hardly lost any of its firmness so I sat on daddy's lap and began rubbing my wetness over his cock. I doubted he would fit in my pussy because he was so thick.

It took some work and some serious relaxing to slip that head in and the shaft followed a few moments later. I felt definite discomfort in the beginning but it faded when dad started to suck on my tits and the sensitive tips. Dad only lasted a few minutes which was understandable, before he blasted my pussy. I had already cum once when he was in me fully, and I came a second time as he unloaded in me. 

When it was over we hugged and tried to catch our breathes. I was so happy when dad promised me that the next time it would last longer... I couldn't wait for the next time to happen. It was 5 AM and dad said we could talk more when we got up but he wanted us to sleep now. I walked up to my bedroom, my pussy well fucked and stretched slightly, leaking my daddy's cum down the inside of my thighs. I slept as soon as my head hit the pillow.

To Be Continued...



Generations Ch. 4



When I finally woke up late the next afternoon, my pussy was still soar, a reminder of my wonderful night with my father. I was surprised to find no one home so I filled the tub and took a long, relaxing bath that led to me finger fucking myself to orgasm as I imagined the possibilities of having three huge cocks at my disposal. Oddly, nothing was said when Gramps returned home with dad and Devin got home a little while later to join us for dinner. I felt the three of them look at me differently and I could've sworn I saw lust in all their eyes. Despite sleeping until late afternoon I was in bed and sleeping by 11 that night. I fell asleep wondering what would happen now, and disappointed that none of my men came to me that night.

Morning came quickly and the sun was coming through my open window. My eyes adjusted to the bright sunshine and I jumped when I saw my dad standing in my doorway wearing only his boxer shorts. Then I heard gramps' voice in the hall asking if she was awake and dad nodded and entered my room, followed my grandpa and Devin, all wearing just their underwear. Dad held out his hand and I followed him and the others down and into the living room. 

The furniture had been pushed out of the way and the carpet was covered with sheets and pillows were scattered about. None of us had big beds in the house and I knew immediately that this would be where we all came together. I would have three generations of cock to please me and I was already getting wet when dad began unbuttoning my pajama top. I was braless and they all looked on in appreciation at my tits. 

I was led to the floor and laid out on my back. Grandpa was on one side of me, Devin on the other and in seconds they each took a titty for their own. Dad crawled between my legs and stripped off my panties and told me it had been years since he enjoyed the taste of a woman in the morning. I'm not sure how long I was the center of attention. My brother and father switched positions after each of my three orgasms. Grandpa never left my tit, sucking and squeezing and only stopping to watch my brother and father lick my pussy. I was nearly numb when they sat up and let me catch my breath. "Time to show the lucky lady those lovely cocks," I purred sitting up. The three of them stood and I could see by the lumps in their shorts that they were already ready to go. 

I watched as my three men dropped their shorts and stood their in all their glory. Daddy and Devin's cocks were pointing to the stars. Grandpas uncut black snake dangled but was firm and ready to fuck. I guess they had discussed this already because Grandpa had me get up on my hands and knees and he was behind me rubbing his snake against my dripping pussy. Dad and Devin were quick to get in front of me, feeding me their erections as Gramps slid his cock into me an inch at a time. 

I shuddered as he entered me and my mouth went after the two cocks in front. Devin was the first to cum, and I did my best to swallow his load and then concentrated on dad. I was pleased that I could suck more of him then I did the first time. Devin slid under me and started sucking my swinging titties as Gramps was really fucking me now, hard and deep with 14" of cock. When Grandpa unloaded his cum into my pussy I had to spit dads cock out as I came, practically yelling at the top of my lungs. When his balls were drained, he moved around front and dad moved behind me. Grandpa had opened me deep and now my father was ready to open me wide.

Gramps fed me his sticky cock for me to lick clean, which I did and which I really enjoyed. I loved the way his and mines cum tasted together. After a few minutes Gramps stepped away and sat up on the couch. Dad fucked me hard and fast once I got used to his size and he deposited his second load of cum in my achy pussy. After my father pulled out I felt the air on my stretched pussy, I could also feel two generations worth of cum oozing from me. Dad did what grandpa had done and fed me his softening cock to lick clean, which I gladly did.

Devin was hard again and entered my pussy with a wet, squelching noise. He complained several times about my pussy being stretched out and sloppy but I really don't think he minded. He seemed to love my sloppy pussy when I awoke and found his tongue in me last week. He finally shut up as he got in the groove and gave me a very hard fucking that caused me to cum again, loudly as the last the time. By the time Devin added his thick, creamy load to my pussy I was almost numb and my pussy was in need of a serious rest. I think we all needed to rest, even Devin.

After resting a few minutes, Devin went after my sloppy hole and started to lick me out. Dad soon joined him and before I knew what was happening, I had two tongues working on my pussy. I was getting the feeling back in my puss but was in no hurry to get fucked again so soon. As the two men licked away, Grandpa stood over me stroking himself. He lowered himself down enough to present me with his wrinkled balls and I immediately took one in my mouth. I loved the big balls that were swinging in this room.

I was surprised when Gramps stood and came again, this time his warm load covered my tits and belly and some dripped on my face. I loved the feeling of cum raining down on me and that combined with the two tongues on my pussy had me ready for another round. I'm not sure however that I was ready for what they wanted to do. 

Dad lay down in the middle of the floor and he had me squat my puss down on his new erection. Mmm, daddy was thick and he filled me so wide. Dad pulled me foreward so that my titties swung in his face and he started sucking my nipples... hard. Then I got nervous. I felt Devin rubbing his rock hard erection between the cheeks of my ass. The head felt like a fist as he tried to invade me back there. When he saw how tight it was I felt him getting in position to lick my brown hole and thats just what he did. He stayed back there for a few minutes and the only thing he said was "Damn girl, you're creaming all over daddy's balls" and then his tongue left me and my dad jumped and then smiled and I knew Devin was licking my honey from dads balls.

Finally he thought I was ready and he was right. I can't begin to tell you how tight things felt with both huge cocks stuffed in me. I orgasmed almost immediately when Devin worked himself in me. Then they started getting a good rythym going, fucking me double time in both holes.

I motioned grandpa over and he figured I wanted to suck his tired snake but I wanted to give him a rim job, I had done it once before and he loved it. He smiled and told me I was such a nasty bitch but he squatted and spread his cheeks for me. In this position his cock hung down practically in daddy's face and I saw my dad eyeing his dads huge snake. I peaked around grandpa and made eye contact with daddy and nodded that he should go for it if he wanted to. All gramps said was "Damn" when daddy started sucking him. 

A few more minutes of this and Devin was pumping me frantic and pulled out and sprayed his cum all over my ass... I could feel it dripping down onto daddy's balls. I came next, my body screaming with pleasure as my spasming pussy squeezed another load from daddy and finally grandpa came when I stuck my middle finger up his ass, he filled daddy's mouth with his third orgasm. He'd rarely been able to cum twice normally and here he was unleashing number three. We finally all fell away exhausted and spent and just lay there. That was a couple of years ago, things have been fantastic ever since.



Generations of Slaveboys



August 1895

Miss Poynton glared at 23 year old Cornelius Froding Hewel IV."Your Latin translation appalled me." The Governess bent her rattan cane. "Do you just spend all your time drawing Red Indians in your copybooks? Do you ever do any work at all?" She paused. "Why should I cane you? You're a grown man, and a father of three children. You appall me."

This was true. Cornelius's father Cornelius Froding Hewel III, (Called "Neil") was swimming in the river with his grandchildren, Cornelius V (called Corny) and Corny's brother Billows, and sister Colleen.

What would she do to him? Would she beat him savagely? The night before, Miss Poynton had taken Cornelius down to the plantation ice-house, and stripped him and bound his hands behind his back and made him kneel on a freezing block of ice while she ran a feather up and down and over Cornelius's hard cock. Miss Poynton, of course, was wearing a warm ermine wrap, and Cornelius was freezing...but he was aroused! When he'd complained of being cold, she'd taken a bullwhip usually used for the fields and "warmed him up" until there were long red streaks covering his entire naked body! Could today's punishment be worse?

Cornelius IV looked nervously at Miss Poynton, and at her cane. He might protest that he was too old to be working on Latin, as he was a tobacco farmer...but she looked angry, and she could be quite a nasty Governess!

And then Miss Poynton put down the rattan cane, and stepped to the Nursery closet, where she brought down the Enema bag...and Cornelius quailed inside as he knew...you're never too old for an enema!

January, 1920

Verlaine Chenoceaux smiled; thrilled as she was by Major Billows Hewel's proposal of marriage. Veri was a pretty girl, dark haired with a formidable figure, but somehow she had not gotten married as her friends had in their early twenties, and at thirty-six, she'd been thrilled to meet Billows, who was not the sexiest of men, but he was firm and upright, and he'd been thrilled to begin escorting the shy French book clerk about, in the heyday of the war.

After the Armistice, in 1918, Veri had been sure that Billows would be sent back to the United States, but he was kept over for the Paris Peace Conference and entertained her with stories of overheard treaty negotiations between David Lloyd George, Georges Clemenceau and representatives from President Wilson.

"I want you to return to the United States with me, my beloved Veri" Billows said, on his knees. Normally, the major was very reserved and rigid, and didn't discuss his feelings. But Veri had found his connection. After Billows had confessed that he needed to be punished like a naughty boy, and that American women seemed put off by this in a masculine Air Corpsman, Veri, who had done it all in her European way, was happy to accommodate him!

Veri looked down at Billows, who was naked on his knees, wearing a platinum blonde wig, heavy face paint and cheek rouge (in the United States, only tramps wore makeup he told her) and she breathed deep, tightening the material of her corset barely covering the tips of her considerable breasts, and lifted her carpet beater, which she brought down hard across Billows's hard cock.

WHACK THWACK! Billows winced, but said nothing . "So Billi, my pretty girl. You want me to go back to the United States with you, Mon Dieu, what a proposal. You are just a weak, effeminate child. Your nail varnish looks quite appealing."

"Billi" blushed heavily, and the paint on his nails was hidden as he made a fist. But he looked earnestly up at Verlaine. "Please, Veri. No woman in the United States understands my peculiar needs. I do love you tremendously, darling."

"Tell me, Billi, my little tramp...will I be able to continue to have other friends?" One of Veri's weaknesses had always been...handsome, unavailable men, who wanted to marry younger girls, but enjoyed a romp in the hay with good old reliable Verlaine. This possibly was why she had not been able to settle down with a nice boring burgomaster...

"After all, Billi, your penis is tiny and rather pathetic. When I hear of your escapades fighting the Germans in your biplane it makes me laugh, for a little bitch with a wee-wee so small is just—I can't say it. But I can't depend on you to make love to me, unless you are going to use your talented tongue...I like ze black men, and there are many in America, no?"

At this Billows looked somewhat truculent, and a bit rebellious. He was an old fashioned Southerner, and his father owned a huge tobacco plantation back in North Carolina. But he looked up at the beautiful, raven haired girl, and knew there was no hope for him to find another like her.

As soon as he'd hinted of his leanings, Veri had taken him to her rooms and ordered him to drop his britches, just as his governess used to...Veri had taken up an old walking stick of her father's and beaten Billows's buttocks until he'd screamed in misery and arousal.

Of course, there would be no more lovemaking. Veri had been a rapacious lover, but when she'd learned that Billows was a submissive at heart, she rarely even let him see her undressed! It was amazing, because in public he seemed to direct her about, and she demurely allowed this...but in her quiet rooms, the tables were certainly turned.

"But of course, anything you want, Miss Verlaine...please marry me, I'll do anything for you!"

And Verlaine smiled, and opened her sitting room door, and there stood a black G.I., the kind that shined Billows's shoes in the train station...the kind that plowed Daddy's fields!

"This is Lemuel, Billows. If you want to marry me, you'll suck his penis to hardness so he can fuck me, understand?"

And Lemuel unzipped his cock and pulled it out, and Billows, weeping, shuffled on his knees towards the long black schlong...

March, 1930

Verlaine Hewel came into the Buttermilk Falls Farmer's Bank. Billows was still at home, in shock that all the stocks had gone belly up, and he, Verlaine, Buzzy (Billows, Jr.) and the other children were in danger of being homeless, and living in their '28 Packard.

But Veri, who'd worked since she was twelve, was made of sterner stuff. No pampered American, she went to the private door of Llewellyn Gooch, the bank president and knocked loudly.

Gooch, a frostbitten little balding man did not bother to get up, just waving her in. "Hello, Miz Hewel" Gooch gave her a mouthful of yellow teeth, as ugly as antique piano keys. "Please sit down. This Foreclosure thing is so painful for us here at the Farmer's Bank, we like to think of you all as family---"

Disgusting. His eyes were gaping at her breasts. Veri casually pulled down the cleavage of her simple print dress, and crossed her legs. She licked a lower lip and smiled at him.

It was all up to her, her husband was useless. Billows had shown such promise as a husband when they'd married, coming back from France. Addicted to Veri's breasts, he had been easy to control. As soon as they were married, Veri had informed Billows that he could not touch her without permission.

"If you want to stroke these" Veri said, rubbing her hands on her full breasts, bursting out of a snug basque, "You will have to please me, and take good care of this family. Since you were mustered out of the Air Corps, you seem to just want to be a spoiled tobacco heir, and that's not going to happen. We will move to Buttermilk Falls, where my sister emigrated last year."

When he had protested, Veri had stripped Billows and locked him in homemade stocks and whipped his bare buttocks, and then turned him over and thrashed his cock and balls with stinging nettles cut from his father's plantation.

"We are moving away from this grotesque, hot Southern backwater, somewhere quiet and pleasant." And it was a good thing of course, as after the Crash, the plantation had been sold for back taxes. No more allowance remittances for the useless Billows, or his anxious family. It was up to Veri.

As Gooch began going on about when they could depart their house, Veri leaned over and smiled. "This entire thing is giving me a bit of a heart murmur..." She touched her swelling left breast. "Do you—have any medical experience?"

Gooch jumped up. "I was a medic in France in '15 as a matter of fact." His ugly bulging eyes undressed her as he came around the desk. Veri let Gooch put his sweaty little palms on her considerable cleavage, and breathed deeply.

"You are such an attractive, exciting fellow" she said in her heavy French accent. "My husband is so—powerless right now. What would we do without—" And then Gooch began fumbling with her cleavage and bent down to kiss her!

And then Veri reached over to Gooch's crotch, unzipped his pants and pulled out his puny penis and testicles. Gooch began trembling all over in excitement, but then she squeezed his nuts, HARD.

Llewellyn Gooch fell to his knees. But in spite of his shock and pain, Veri was pleased that he still seemed mesmerized by her breasts, and yes, was also staring at her long legs. Veri began stroking and pulling Gooch's penis, and it got hard, but as he rose, she squeezed his balls again and he fell back to his knees.

"Take off your clothes, NOW" Gooch obeyed, and watched dumbly as Veri unsnapped his red suspenders from his trousers and fashioned a loop, which she pulled round his penis and nutsack, before yanking it hard.

Then, Veri reached into her handbag and brought out a riding crop, a long, wicked looking one. She had been teaching horsemanship to private school girls here in Buttermilk Falls, and although she always instructed them to just touch the horse's rump to spur them on, and NEVER hit them, there were no such rules for foreclosing bankers.

WHACK! The riding crop stung the tip of Gooch's cock and then she quickly whipped each of his nipples, ordering him to keep his hands behind his back. "Would you like to kiss these?" Veri asked sweetly as she pushed her cleavage together.

Gooch nodded. He had slept with a number of poverty-stricken wives and daughters, (and then foreclosed on them anyway) but this French biddy was the cutest he'd ever seen. "I'd love to kiss your honeys, Miz Hewel."

WHACK! CRACK! The riding crop landed twice on Gooch's cock, and then Veri stood, dragging Gooch up by his balls, which were locked into the suspender, and as he struggled to rise, she whacked him in the face and chin.

But, as he pulled back, Veri grabbed Gooch by the ears and pulled him into her tender bosom, and hypnotized, he began kissing the beautiful globes. She let him breathe in her perfume, and then pushed Gooch away, harshly slapping his face.

"What-what's wrong?" Llewellyn Gooch said brokenly. "I-I thought—" And then Veri explained. Within half an hour, the mortgage had been paid, Veri had been hired as a well compensated secretary, and Gooch was busily licking between Verlaine's thighs. February, 1948

Buzz Hewel sat down across from the regal Cairn Gillian, who he noted from her file, had been born Lychorinda Annunziata before being discovered by Sam Goldwn. No, she didn't look Irish, despite her almost violently honey blonde hair. And she was forty-two! Unbelievable. She looked barely thirty...huge boobs.

Buzz gazed at Cairn with hungry eyes. "I want you to know, I just loved you in "Art By Accident" he said, smiling. "It's one of my favorite talkies." Buzz paused. "You were also brilliant as the nun in "Father O'Ryan's Crusade" and with Jimmy Stewart in that bank robbery picture. I've got all your Photoplay covers."

Cairn tossed her amber curls and stared at the young FBI agent. "I don't care, Agent Hewel. The Committee has summoned me, and I want to get this over with." Cairn paused. "But I'm not naming any names, soldier-boy."

She looked so severe! Buzz thought she reminded him of Mother...how Mother would curse in French when he got a C on his report card, her eyebrows would thunder, and he'd be stripped naked, in front of his giggling siblings and forced to undergo a vicious thrashing with her razor strop!

But he had to continue this. This woman was not just an actress. She was a danger to the mores of America. She was a COMMUNIST!

"Now, Miss Annunziata, er, Miss Gillian...I have been authorized by the House Un-American Activities Committee to ask you about your speaking at a 1944 rally for Earl Browder, who was General Secretary for the Communist Party."

But then he paused. Dammit! But he had to say it. "You-you look so much like Sister Mary Floria in the movie right now. It was the only one of your flicks I was able to see as a kid. My mother was a strict Catholic, and the Legion of Decency prohibited your other films. When Mother discovered that I'd seen "Art By Accident" she was furious."

Cairn smiled, and tightened the material around her breasts. "But that just came out a year ago. You're obviously in your late twenties, you can go to any movie you like now, can't you, Agent Hewel?"

"Mother found the ticket stubs in my pocket when I was visiting home, and she got quite upset, I'm afraid." Buzz said, wincing at the memory. "She is very old fashioned about discipline, even though I'm-um, twenty-six now."

Cairn Gillian laughed, and tossed her blonde locks. "What does she do, Agent? Does she take your pants down, and your undies, and whip your buttocks with a hairbrush? I bet she does. And I bet you're a crier, even at twenty-six. Just a crybaby."

Buzz blushed hotly. "I-I don't know how you could guess what—but I don't cry. A little bit. No. I'm an FBI agent! And I fought as a U.S. Marine in the Pacific."

"Oh, c'mon, Agent Hewel." Cairn said contemptuously. "I'll bet if I took your pants down right here in the office, and used my own hairbrush on your buttocks." She pulled a paddle-sized hairbrush from her purse. "You'd cry like a little girl. And you're here, persecuting me just because I sympathize a little bit with the Communists."

Suddenly, Buzz was enraged. He was an adult. He WAS. Buzz stood up and made his hands into fists, and stomped his foot. "I am a grown man, and you are the subject of an investigation and—" he looked at Cairn, who had pulled her chair back, and crossed her long legs—my God, she was more beautiful than Ava Gardner, than Grace Kelly—and was tapping the huge hairbrush in her palm.

"Come on over here, Agent Hewel." Cairn Gillian said softly. "I'll make a deal with you...if you can take a spanking from me, I'll turn over all my friends and resign from the Screen Actors Guild...but if I can make you into a crybaby, you give J.Edgar, and Congressman J. Parnell Thomas a clean bill of health for me..."

Half an hour later, Buzz was kneeling on the floor, his buttocks welted, and through tears was writing a report describing Cairn Gillian as Glinda the Good Witch in the fight against the Reds.

He stood up, naked, and began crying again, covering his face in his hands like a little girl. Cairn gently pulled Buzz over to her, pulled him into her lap to comfort him, and began pulling and stroking his cock, which was admittedly, quite hard. As she stroked it, it became harder and harder.

"It's not your fault you're a weepy little sissy, darling" Cairn said as she kissed Buzz's hair as she rubbed his cock faster and faster. "I can imagine you think that marching about in that ridiculous FBI gray flannel suit makes up for the fact that you're just a little queer, a fairy, a pansy who'd be happier, wearing nail polish and a frilly white dress, skipping rope."

Buzz blew his nose. "Mommie used to make me wear dresses and nail polish and compete in Double Dutch jump roping contests with my sisters. I was the laughing stock of the boys in the neighborhood, but actually I won a lot of competitions!"

"Yes, that's right, darling Buzz-boy" Cairn Gillian said as she severely pinched Buzz's penis right before he was to achieve orgasm, bringing him into a fresh torrent of tears. "Skipping rope is much more your speed. You should give up all this FBI nonsense!"

July 1967

Billows "Binky" Hewel VII, chemistry professor and bass guitarist in the band "Gerbil Grant and the Electric Bananas" smiled at the girl waiting for him on the Buttermilk State University quad. Binky loved the Sixties, and letting it all hang out.

Binky had just walked out on his wife and little Billows (Biff) Hewel VIII, and was making the scene, man! It was too bad about Carolyn and little Biff, but Binky was living it up as an intellectual-stud! Peter McCorliss, Renaissance History instructor came up beside Binky. "Dude, is she yours? Does she go to school here?"

Binky smiled uneasily. "No, not exactly, Pete." Binky had met Muriel at the PainCafe, an alternative nightclub. They had been seeing each other for a few weeks, and she was definitely different, that was for sure, man!

Now Muriel was twirling a strand of her cherry-red hair and wrinkling her nose at Binky impudently. His cock strained against the nasty little Iron Maiden she'd locked on him the week before.

It had scared the daylights out of Binky when Muriel had tied him to an eyehook in the ceiling of her little apartment and begun teasing and thrashing his cock with a cut off fiberglass fishing pole...but he'd kept on seeing her!

Ever since the Pill had hit, women had been willing targets everywhere...he'd fucked nine women in his seminar this year, and dozens of groupies were breaking down his hotel room when he toured with Gerbil Grant and the Electric Bananas.

But now his balls and cock were locked in the Iron Maiden, and this girl, she refused to have sex with Binky! Not only wouldn't she fuck him, but after locking him in this Hungarian steel monster she'd ordered from overseas, he couldn't fuck anyone else... and yet, he loved it!

Saying goodbye to Pete McCorliss, Binky walked up to Muriel and leaned down to kiss her, and she threw her arms around his neck and whispered in his ear.. "What would you think if I took the tree branch lying on the ground and took your pants down and whipped your skinny little ass in front of all these adoring little coeds of yours, Binky?"

Then Muriel shoved her pink tongue in his ear, licking and exploring about, and she then rubbed her crotch against his, her denim miniskirt driving up against his professor's corduroy pants.

Binky moaned. It had been some time since she'd removed the Iron Maiden, and the last time Muriel had taken it off, she'd just rubbed and tickled his hard cock until he'd nearly cried in frustration!

The last few times they'd gotten together, Muriel had tested him on his chemistry knowledge, quickly discovering that Binky actually knew little more than his students...he'd bribed his way to his PhD.

Muriel had used her blacksnake whip and her cattle prod (having grown up on an Australian dairy farm, she had those sorts of things) to encourage Binky to be a little less arrogant...and certainly he was far more humble now. But he certainly didn't want to be humiliated in the quadrangle of the college that employed him!

But she was rubbing her knee against his crotch now, and kissing his neck...and telling him what a wimpy little creep he was at the same time. This was so weird! Muriel had a way of giving you shit and turning you on at the same time! She was skinny, had crooked teeth, small tits and zits galore...she wore thick glasses, had hearing aids, one of her feet was shorter than the other, she had one of those high heel shoes AND had to use an inhaler for childhood asthma, but Binky thought she was the hottest woman he'd ever been with!

"Is your cock hard, Binky?" whispered Muriel mischievously. "Does it hurt against the metal of my nice Iron Maiden...you think you might want to fuck me, you worthless little faggot?" And she took him by the hand, leading him into a gathering of trees near the Richard Speck Memorial Mathematics Building.




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A few moments later, Orella Vauxhall, who was considering changing her first name to Sunflower, was walking leisurely out of the Speck building after her Commutative Algebra seminar, and looked casually to her right, thinking she might smoke a joint in the bushes.

And then Orella/Sunflower looked again, her eyes widening. There was a naked guy, an older dude, the cat had long hair and a beard, but he was real old, like thirty...and he was handcuffed to a tree branch, and this skinny red haired chick was pulling his dick with one hand, and whacking it with the other, which held a long, thorny twig.

Orella could tell the dude was trying not to howl. What the fuck? He looked terrified, but what kind of idiot would let some girl tie him to a tree branch, man? And she was whacking away at him, too.

And then, while Orella watched, dumbfounded, the girl pulled the guy down, took off the cuffs, and he shoved his head under her miniskirt! What the fuck? He was going down on her! And she was still whacking his skinny ass, which was sticking out from under her miniskirt.

And then, she hit him a little harder, he pulled out from under her skirt and got up and started running, and the girl chased his naked ass around the Speck Math Building, whacking away!

Orella wondered if maybe she SHOULDN'T change her name to Sunflower. Obviously she was having some sort of acid flashback. She tied her long hair in a ponytail and headed for the Buttermilk University Campus Crusade for Christ clubhouse. Things just had to change, man.